The Berkshires

 
Laura called and said the weather was going to be great for a few days, “Let's hike!” I grabbed the day pack and jumped in the car. That James Taylor song “Sweet Baby James” was playing in my head driving up to Great Barrington, Massachusetts, “The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting. With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.”

 
There's no snow frosting the mountains, just fall colors and that wonderful autumn scent in the air. Laura found a Class A lunch spot. 1. Perfect bench-like seat 2. Interesting view 3. Destination mark on the map.
 
I'm surprised that there isn't more fall color, but New England has had a strange season– an early cold snap, then very warm temperatures has had an affect on the display.
 
 
Lots of leaves are already down, too, so I'm taking care on these rock stairs.
 
 
It wouldn't be New England without these beautiful rock walls.
 
 
Bittersweet is everywhere! And more chipmunks than I've seen in my lifetime.
 
 
This hike had a bit of everything, mountain climb, meadow walk,
 
 
And pine forest, carpeted with soft pine needles.
 
 
This marker recalls Shays Rebellion of 1787. Humm… I know that's after the Revolution but I'll have to look up the history. Maybe in the hotel room after dinner. I love slack packing!
 
Tuesday Housatonic River to Lake Buel Road 6.6 miles
Wednesday Guilder Pond to Housatonic River 9.3 miles
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 


Back to gallery

Comments

  1. Bailey has been going crazy with the chippies here at WL. Lots of acorns too. A cold winter??

  2. I looks like a beautiful couple of days for you both!